Doxology - A Torn Soul [single] (2002) by Doxology (보컬) on maniadb.com

a pregnant Jane stepped into the slaughterhouse
located on 13th street,
bloody stench overwhelming
a savage brutal butcher in white, she gave him a order
"hack the within my sinful body into pieces!"
she's legs spread wide open, on the dissecting table
the sharpened tool inserted and injected
"my atrocity dominates your inner flesh!"
bitch Jane!
blood runs cold throbbing heartwork petrified
she remained just a deranged cadaver
the butcher choked me, absolute pain
my body mutilated into pieces, endless hunger
there is no choice but tossing decapitated head,
amputated limbs, raped soul into a black bag
who has the authority to judge my sin
who has the power of god inflict torture
they must be don't feel pain and sadness
fuck it fuck it
Jane paid for the slaughter to the brutal soul ripper
reproducing sacrificial victims with Jane's contribution
swamped in the flood of pus and gore isolated in a bag full of parts
full of disintergrated flesh

murder and war
violence, rape
dark of the sky
we are fucker..
hey! surprise for you
taking a walk the other day
a dog talk to me and I unbelievably
listened to it what an animal
she said to me
"fuck the human's world 
with a black sky in deadly smoke
everybody ignorantly breathe in it
they changed my white body to black"
old man with big ears asking me
"you know why my ears so big
cause I hear murder, rape,
violence..everywhere..
watching tv  hearing radio everywhere....war
so contaminating my ears to be swollen
enough to be mad..."
a man covered with blood maybe someone
hates him badly talking to me
"watching tv always sucks some news
that a boy kills his father
what's after this world chaos?
what's after this moral hazard?
so pissed of onto the tv and
that's why I am so beaten like this..."
even animals know this world of shit
that is coming into fucking end you look as a dog
"hey, that's right . i'm a dog"
"shit! am I talking to a dog?"

i'm a goldfish in a jar
living with warms
my master gives into a glass
die whenever he doesn't give
I hate this life
hate being this shit!
this fucking glass..
becoming a fucking strong
searching for my mother fucker!
who used to treat me as a slave
beats him to death
he says " my boss hates me
so took my anger out on you"
and he asked for his life
excited when met his boss
he always regards his men as warm
he sucks the bloods of his men
like a fucking leach
cut his stomach
full of rotten bloody money
cut from his worker's vein
he says this country inverts all the systems
nation made up of the bloods
bloods from bloody creature
met the fucking head
he got a head full of shit
no brain, no notion only his greed
for destroying this country into shit
controlling the people and me..
when decides to throat his neck at that moment...
I wake up  into fucking reality
my master again in real
playing my body with a gimlet
dream past..
reality now that I face is a slavery
smothered all the time
I would choose death on my freewill...

Monday afternoon 4 o'clock
Darrel wakes up
in the warm spring sunshine
right moment that everybody work
he has no duty nor purpose..
wasting his youth silently..
his refrigerator set forth the smell
pungent as rotten as his life is
toilet full of idle youths
hey, this is daily routine is sitting on
his fucking computer turning it on
graping mouse. it's on saying...in the monitor..
"welcome to my crazy world"
nothing impossible in this rectangular
sex, violence, theft...like another Sodom
where we can shop
we can get the foods and get the whore
thousands of teens in this motherfucking world
live through this fucking madness
he orders a drug to which he could be addicted drug
and whores..  all he wants..
how long can you hold on this life
nobody want it, but everybody want it
cyber sex, cyber terror..this is what you live for?
youths these days in the cage
a rectangular sodomy
desolated from the society
making themselves, their own to illusion..
wasting themselves, their own existence
that is how they live and exist
with darrel, they lpee in their own brain
hey! think over again
how long can you hold on that life..
in the same time, in the same space
symmetrical thoughts to each other
constant unilateral unsatisfaction